Let Us Take Jayanta’s The False Start Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Jayanta's The False Start appeared from a poet's enterprise
Called Clearing House, Bombay in 1980
And it's a book of poems to be reckoned with,
Starting from the poem,
A Day of Rain,
Followed by Suppose, Today, Absences, The Gift of Night
In a quick succession.

Last Sadness, Through The Stone, Woman In Love,
A Sailboat of Occasions, Bound, Slum, Pain,
The Rain Falling, After The Rain,
Time Drawing In,
The other poems included in it.

But the poems, The Mountain, The Door,
The Abandoned British Cemetery At Balasore, India
Often talked and quoted
While the others too not less than
In imagery and reflection.

The Storm, The Rising, The Accusation,
Shadows, The Moon Moments, Ash,
The Day, The House, The Retreat,
The Hour From The Window, Steps In The Dark,
The Evening That Is To Come, not less than,
Similar in imagery and reflection.

Jayanta though an imagist primarily lapses into
The domains and trajectories
Of existentialism and nothingness,
Vacant thinkings anbd random reflections
Which have swept him otherwise,
Not through literature.

Jayanta though an imagist primarily lapses into
The domains and trajectories
Of existentialism and nothingness,
Vacant thinkings anbd random reflections
Which have swept him otherwise,
Not through literature.

But in the physics classrooms while grappling
With the light chapter and the origin of universe,
He came to mark nothingness and vacant reflection,
Blank thinking and nihilism
As he his base is not of the literature
But of physics.

Jayanta Mahapatra is an absurdist
And his poetry the poetry of the absurd,
Not the drama of the absurd,
Dwelling far into the realms widening,
Of a different spectrum and the horizon of studies,
Giving poetry the space of physics.

The Abandoned British Cemetery At Balasore is almost like
Gray's Elegy
And the historical narration
Referring to art, architecture and archaeology
And narratology
In a fine stance of his own,
Dealing with the archaic dead, the ruins of marble and stone,
The crumbling wall of brick, the coma of alienated decay
And he will not disturb history
As this is the course of it.